While Leaving Wake Me

go around my group of seedlings, go about my lush of green leaves. do not thread on my efforts please, do not rain upon my drying leaves. lend a tap on the back to me, lend a compliment,try to please. my plants wither because no one sees. pick a tour group or a guide, take the dying soil for a ride. see the cassava trees,i swell with pride. try a produce; invest in time. time! thats what a lazy farmer buys thats all his imaginations provide. though the farm is barren now though its fallow for a year now time will provide all we need, time will put the lazy farmer out of misery he sits;hand to cheeks he sits,he falls to sleep. that is all he did these passed season. thats all he reaped for some reason. go around my ripening reaps, taste a few,take a few. while leaving wake me while leaving wake me.